I, Too, Like Beautiful Things

IMG_6871You’d like to drink me up
lick all the corners

But if I tell you
I’m not the emptiness you seek
You’d recoil in horror
At my kind words

And if I filled it up-this Emptiness-
With words
You’d cut your ears off

So full of emptiness
So far from it
We are

But I fear I wouldn’t tell you
Because I like how you drink me

And I, too, like beautiful things


Tender Beauty of the Breakdown

IMG_4895The sacred mountain is calling

‘Tap, tap,’
the bell beneath the breastbone beckons:

“Come, be naked and empty
under the big hard sun
stretching horizon to horizon
of your true home.

Dive deep into the Great Inyo Sea
into the mariana trench
of your unadorned self.

like scorched soil
ready to receive

Die to all the worlds
to which you don’t belong,
leaving them to drift in the sage wind
of the high desert
as offerings to the land.

Cherish the tender beauty of the breakdown
the sweet beauty of the rebirth.”

Everything Is A Cloud

IMG_0351An altogether different world
floats on by

here in the clouds
atop the mountain

spend enough time
among the passes and valleys

and you realize even the mightiest
of these granite giants are clouds

slow-moving ever-flowing

apparently solid transient clouds
like everything else soon enough

they will meet the sea
carried by the tide of time

a reminder—that one stable thing
exists only in the mind